She hears
the commissions stop
the way you hear
a tap stop dripping –
not the silence itself
but the sudden
knowledge
of what was there.
Her inbox thins.
The briefs she gets
say reference image
where they used to say
your style.
She opens the software.
Types a prompt.
Watches it produce
in seven seconds
what she spent
a decade learning
not to rush.
It even gets
the hands right
now.